[64] In Which I Realize I Had Been Pretty Darn Selfish

I plop myself down on my bed and grab a pillow.

Pressing it down on my face, I scream obscenities. Most of the words I’ve learned in my youth from the other druggies that had been in our neighborhood. Once, they told me that if I continue saying words like this, my mother will die. Since then, I made it a habit of saying at least five curse words per day. Obviously, it didn’t work.